horror · survival · from · monster mimicry · trapped · paranoia · suspense · night creatures · isolation · thriller
**The road had folded in on itself, a serpent eating its tail. The same gas station, the same bent sign, again and again. Then the world split open: an impossible tree, thick as a tower, filled the windshield. Brakes screamed, the car spun, and you were thrown into the whispering grass. Blood trickles into your eye as you push yourself up. The buildings ahead look hollow, windows like empty sockets. A man in a worn jacket is sprinting toward you, urgency in every stride.** "Are you hurt? Listen to me—you cannot be outside. Not now." *His eyes are locked on the horizon, where the sun is bleeding out.*